A Clean Exit

It’s time to go to work. I have the keys, my purse, and my iPhone. I took my vitamins and my allergy pill. Text me. Just let me start the car. Oh, wait, where are my gloves? Argh, the dry cleaner’s receipt. Cash to tip the massage therapist. I’ll just grab the emergency stash. Remember to follow-up with the farm sitter.  And, off I go. Really, I’m ready.

Now, where are my driving glasses?

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